Chapter 32
He had no way of answering her question, but when he heard that she had something for him to do, he perked up and replied quickly.
"Miss, that's what you say. Queming will do it right away!"
Yue Qingning looked into his eyes with a friendly look and a gentle smile, as if she had figured something out.
The gloom of so many days seemed to dissipate at once, and she finally stopped worrying about something.
He said contemptuously, "You don't have to do anything. Just give me the scissors on the table."
He looked over and saw a scissors under the medicine box.
How can taking something be considered helping? As he handed it over, he was still thinking that the eldest lady was becoming more and more distant from him.
The thing came into her hands so easily. Yue Qingning looked at the opened hinge blade and gently raised it to frame the person in front of her within half an inch. She was now only one step away from really being able to hold him in her hands, and this step required him to come over himself.
Yue Qingning's heart was in turmoil but her face was very calm. She waved to him.
The man hadn't understood what she meant yet he had the audacity to come forward and listen to her instructions.
Returning to his previous posture, Que Ming squatted in front of the bed.
He looked up at her with an unguarded pair of eyes, like a lost traveler kneeling before the Buddha. He seemed to really regard her as some unattainable Buddha and wanted to seek wisdom from her.
Being stared at by such eyes, even if Arhat were to subdue the ghost, he would still feel turbulent in his heart when taking action.
She decided that since she was already dressed casually, she might as well wear casual clothes.
"Queming, close your eyes first."
There was an unconscious tremor in her soft voice. He just thought it was because she was still sick and didn't think about the danger that the person in front of him might bring with him holding a scissors.
He closed his eyes defenselessly and faced her with his back. The bones on his thin face were terribly distinct, but his expression was normal.
Looking at the man who had appeared in his dreams countless times in past and present lives, Yue Qingning stared at his face for a long time.
He must be well aware of his own advantages, and he always uses this face to deceive her trust. As long as a jade face is full of true feelings, even if this sincerity is fake, who would be willing to stab him?
It's just that he overestimated himself and underestimated her.
Yue Qingning forced himself to stand up straight, holding up the scissors blade high in one hand, with a cruelty in his eyes that had never been revealed before.
Que Ming, I've given you too many chances, but you've always been stubborn and refused to take the path of survival...
The cold light shone on the scissors blade and reflected on his throbbing neck veins, where there were circles of gauze wrapped around the wounds he had just suffered.
Something suddenly flashed through her mind, but she ignored the fragmented memories and brought her hand down heavily.
"Miss……"
Just inches away from the neck pulse, she stopped suddenly and looked into his eyes in horror.
But he didn't open his eyes, or even notice anything, just waiting quietly, as if what just happened was just her illusion.
Yue Qingning was sweating profusely and her breathing became rapid. This was the first time she had done such a thing and she knew very well that the first effort would be enough, the second would weaken, and the third would be exhaustion.
"What did you say?"
His lips moved, and it took a long time before he called her again.
"If that dream were true, would you be angry, young lady?"
He actually had the nerve to ask her if she would be angry! How could he have the guts to ask her?
Yue Qingning bit her lip, angered by his words. The hand holding the scissors seemed to have regained some strength. She raised her hand to stab again, but the man said a few more words without any preparation.
"No matter where I am, Que Ming will be Miss's for the rest of my life! From the day Miss took me out of the Qinfang, in my heart, I only recognize you from beginning to end."
That day five years ago seemed like yesterday. She remembered the child holding the teapot and pouring tea for the guests at the table. He was obviously a teenager but was teased as a girl.
Faced with those foul words, Que Ming poured the tea respectfully without any expression, and then said, "Enjoy your meal, sir," as if he had forgotten the grievance he was suffering.
At that moment, she was separated from him by more than a dozen guests, but she was the only one who couldn't laugh in the whole place full of laughter. She stared at his wooden face, and something in her heart seemed to melt and fill her entire heart.
She thought that if she didn't take him away, she would feel guilty every day and regret this moment.
So, Yue Qingning spoke.
This opening invited the treacherous demon into the house, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get him out...
What you fear will come true. She was most afraid that he would bring up the past and recall the heartache she felt for him on that day.
Her eyes were filled with mist, and she blinked and took a few deep breaths, but she couldn't suppress the tears that were welling up.
It had been five years since she had saved him out of a soft heart. They couldn't be said to have seen each other day and night, but they were often together. Que Ming was saved by her, and they had grown up together over the years. How could it be possible that there was no affection between them?
What a cunning fox! He must have sensed her murderous intent and deliberately brought up the past, calculating that her heart would be shaken by him again.
She bit her lip and endured it, struggling for a long time.
The tears continued to accumulate, and finally fell down like a dam breaking. In this way, the momentum was completely lost. No matter how angry he was, he couldn't lift his hands no matter how many times he tried.
Finally, she reluctantly let go of her hand, and let the scissors slip from her hand like a lost soul, falling to the ground with a clang.
Hearing the voice, Que Ming finally opened his eyes, but as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the crystal tears on the eldest lady's face, as if rolling in his heart.
"Miss……"
Yue Qingning glared at him angrily, "You must have known I would behave like this, and you said it to me on purpose."
Que Ming waved his hands repeatedly. He said all this just to reassure her, not to see her tears.
Her beautiful eyes, filled with tenderness, were about to show tear marks as soon as she lowered her eyes. How could he bear to see her cry? The tears left marks on her face but also plowed countless hot scars in his heart.
"That's not what I meant. I just wanted Miss to know what Queming really thinks."
Hearing this, tears began to fall on the little face as big as a palm, and tears gathered on the chin with a bright glow.
He stared at the teardrop intently, thinking to himself that there might be nothing more precious than this pearl in the world, and that a tear from the young lady at this moment was worth millions of gold.
The wooden man, watered by the drizzle, seemed to have some enlightenment in his trance, and he was daydreaming wildly.
I hope the lady can understand my heart, and I also hope the lady has me in her heart.
And this dream that should not have been thought of seemed to become a reality in the rain. He accepted this sudden thought in a panic, opened it and took a closer look, only to see it clearly written inside.
【Qingning has me in her heart】
He couldn't believe it and kept retreating, but his whole body was floating obediently in the clouds, and the people kneeling under his feet turned into cotton clouds.
My cautious steps to retreat and welcome her were still no match for Qingning's sweet heart.
Now he finally knew where her heart was!
“Don’t cry…”
After all, I am still not good at speaking. My heart is filled with clouds and mist. I can't even think of a good word from the predecessors. I can only repeat the three words "Don't cry" stupidly.
Don’t cry, if you cry my blood will flow all over the floor.
Qingning, I admire you too.
He opened his mouth, but neither of the two sentences came out.
His identity was awkward. Whether now or in the future, how could he dare to express the bitterness hidden in his chest and let the beauty down?
Thinking of this, I felt that my entire lungs were filled with pain, and even breathing was bitter and hard to swallow.
He has already chosen his path. The official career is a dangerous road full of thorns. It will be dangerous for her to be by his side. Even if one day he loses his chance of success and dies and becomes a ghost, he will not be able to bear to see her holding his coffin and crying alone.
Then she would have to blame the look on his face. She didn't care about her appearance, but if she had an extremely ugly face, wouldn't she have to worry about her being sad? At least she could just keep her true heart and watch her from afar.
Even if it's just to see her get married, have children, and live a peaceful and stable life, I will be satisfied!
Yue Qingning had no idea that in just a short while, this person had arranged a big drama in his mind, and he was the protagonist of the drama.
She sniffed and knew that such a cold-hearted person would not be much moved even if he saw her crying.
The discomfort in my heart made my head start to feel hot, and the heat started to cause trouble, bringing waves of dizziness.
So he had no choice but to lie back down, but his heart stubbornly stared at him and refused to close its eyes.
"Miss, please sleep a little longer! I'll call you when Miss Teng comes."
“…”
She refused and continued to stare at him, as if blaming him for his evasive attitude.
Que Ming wanted to avoid her scorching gaze, but he didn't know where to go. He lowered his head and silently endured her thorny scrutiny.
One was chasing the other, but after a long time, Yue Qingning finally felt bored and buried his head in the quilt and fell asleep.
Only then did Que Ming dare to look up and take a good look at her. Her every frown and smile touched him, and her being angry for him was the last thing he wanted to see.
Fortunately, I finally fell asleep, so I wouldn't be angry with him in my dreams.
"Qingning, it's really not worth being sad for someone like me. Just relax your brows!"
When Yue Qingning in the dream heard this, he rolled his eyes.
"You're dreaming! I've got you under my watch and there's no way I'll let you go. Forget it!"
The two people's conversations were completely unrelated, but their moods matched, except that one was happy while the other was sad, one was worried while the other was afraid.
There is no such a ridiculous thing in the world. I am afraid that only when these two people are made for each other can this absurd fate happen.
On the fourth day, there were only three days left until the date calculated by Lord Teng.
Yue Qingning could no longer bear to see Qingzhe continue to be sick like this, so he started sitting at his desk and sorting out things with a hot head from the morning.
From the time she came back until now, she had recorded every contact between the two of them, listing each one carefully by time, and she read it over and over again.
Ever since she came back, she has been trying to make trouble for Que Ming in almost every way. She either wants to kidnap him or kill him. How can there be any consistency between them?
The two people's food, clothing, housing and transportation are very different, and they don't have the same hobbies. What exactly is the difference in their relationship?
Que Ming looked at her from afar several times behind her, and the vague emotions in his eyes were about to show up but he suppressed them.
He knew what Qingning was looking for, but she was too attentive to him and remembered every little thing so clearly, even recording when he helped her get into the car and when they met briefly.
He was feeling ashamed and secretly delighted at the same time, and his heart was almost torn in two by himself.
When I didn't know what was going on in her heart, she wasn't so tormented. But now that I know, it's like her heart is burning on fire, tossing and turning without peace.
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